Xiao Junchen held her with one hand, and the other hand reached into her clothes like a spiritual snake, and the hot and rough touch touched her white skin.

Suddenly, Fang Zhiyu's body stiffened, and the confusion in her eyes seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water, and the ambiguous atmosphere was swept away.

She hurriedly grabbed the man's strong wrist, her apricot eyes were covered with a layer of moist water, and her red lips were bitten with a little mottle, rippling with water, which looked very attractive.

"Don't ......," she said, gasping for air.

Xiao Junchen naturally understood what he meant, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his narrow Danfeng eyes, but he regained his glow, hooked his lips helplessly, and gently bit her red lips punitively.

Fang Zhiyu's cheeks were red, and she muttered: "Hmm......"

"It's punishment. Xiao Junchen suppressed the dark fire in his eyes, and after finishing speaking, he walked towards the bathroom with steps, and after a while, the sound of rushing water sounded. Take your time, what he has is time......

The next day, the shooting scene.

An old man who was over half a hundred years old and his hair was gradually graying sat on the piano chair, closed his eyes, and tapped the keys on it one by one, with a look of selflessness on his face.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his fingers dancing nimbly on the piano, and the strings of beautiful notes showed its beautiful music with each stroke.

On the field, the rhythm was well brought up, and everyone was immersed in the beautiful music.

In the middle of the night, after the song was finished, the audience erupted in applause like drums and thunder.

The old man tidied up his buttons, looked a little arrogant, and said slowly: "Who knows what the song I just played is here?"

As soon as the old man's voice fell, some people sighed, and then there was no sound, and everyone present looked at each other, and the scene fell into embarrassment for a while.

Fang Zhiyu frowned, secretly screaming in her heart.

If this continues, the situation will not be good, and it may lead to a drop in ratings.

Just when he was anxious, an elegant and mellow male voice spoke.

"Dedicated to Alice, by Beethoven, discovered 40 years after Beethoven's death, when one of his students, who was collecting material for Beethoven's biography, discovered the manuscript of the piece while compiling the letters of his student Thérèse Malfati. Beethoven wrote on the front page: "Dedicated to Alice as a memorial."

German musicologist Max Ernst Unger believes that Beethoven's scribbled handwriting may be due to a clerical error in Knoll's transcription

ese" (Thales) was copied as "Elise", which is why "Dedicated to Alice" was created."

Shi Chen walked slowly, the black leather shoes made a clicking sound in the collision with the floor, the black broken hair hung down in front of his forehead, the deep dark eyes had a smile like nothing, and there was a detached and polite smile on his graceful and elegant face.

This timely rescue is like a god descending from heaven.

The old man was stunned, a touch of approval crossed his cloudy and shrewd pupils, his expression was still serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes, it is Beethoven's "Dedicated to Alice""

Suddenly, his words changed sharply, "Then do you think Western music is better or folk music is better?"

Hearing this question, the breathing of the people present was all on the same screen, and many people muttered quietly.

"Isn't that embarrassing......"

"yes, how do you answer that!"

Fang Zhiyu's heart, which she had just put back in her stomach, instantly hung up again, frowned, and asked this, undoubtedly wanting Shi Chen to not get off the stage.

No matter how Shi Chen answers, it is wrong to choose Western music or folk music, which basically seals the road.

Shi Chen pondered for a long time, his amorous peach blossom eyes were still smiling, and he looked confident, he walked to the piano, and his slender fingertips jumped on it.

"Western music has an elegant melody and a magnificent momentum, just like Bordeaux red wine, elegant, while folk music is naturally long and full of charm, such as fragrant tea, you need to taste it carefully, in fact, there is no need to choose which is good or bad, it is the crystallization of culture, a channel to express feelings, but as a descendant of Yan and Huang, I am more inclined to inherit folk music, that's all. ”

After saying that, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, his face finally changed from serious to a relaxed posture, stood up, patted him on the shoulder, laughed, and his brows furrowed.

"Good boy, this is the style of my great country!" The old man sighed and continued: "In recent years, everyone has been too impetuous, and those who learn Western music dislike folk music, while those who study folk music look down on Western music and worship foreign music, but when I saw you, I realized that I was too worried, hahahaha." ”

Shi Chen humbly accepted the old man's praise, nodded politely, calmly, humbly and politely, and exuded the spirit of an elegant and noble son.

Shi Chen is terrible, bottomless terrible.

This is Fang Zhiyu's second impression of Shi Chen, in the past few days, she has learned through observation that Shi Chen is not a person who loves music, and he can answer without leakage, so that people can't find faults, it's terrible!

Even Xiao Junchen can't perfectly control his emotional state.

This person, one should be cautious!

Fang Zhiyu was in a somewhat complicated mood.

After all these programs were broadcast, the response was very good, in addition to the soaring ratings, Shi Chen was on several Weibo hot searches that day.

#传统乐器后继有人!#

#七月老公施琛#

#音乐天才施琛!#

......

Fang Zhiyu looked at the news that popped up on Weibo, and couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy, and there was always a gloom in her heart.

"Ahhh

Fang Zhiyu looked at her innocent appearance, smiled helplessly, and the mouse in her hand seemed to be heavier.

For the time being, I don't know whether Shi Chen is an enemy or a friend, and I don't know why Wen Ning wants to send charcoal in the snow, so I can only stand still. But this feeling of passivity is really uncomfortable.

"Baby Ayu, let's treat Wen Ning to dinner, if it weren't for Wen Ning, we don't know when we would be able to meet such a rare breed now. Vivien said impatiently.

Fang Zhiyu rubbed her eyebrows, bent the corners of her mouth, and said, "Okay, you can set the time, just tell me when the time comes." ”

"Oh yes!"

Ding——

It was a message, Fang Zhiyu opened the mailbox, and when she saw the sender, she wrinkled her eyebrows, it was Wen Ning, and the content of the message was to invite her to the Wen family banquet.